Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow.
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Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence
Chapter 5: Silence On The Installment Plan
Barbara, unlocked and threw open the door to her apartment, and walked in, wearily. Jenny had offered to accompany her home, but she'd declined her kind offer. All she wanted now was a nice hot shower and a couple of hours of shut-eye, before she got ready for her evening Bat-patrol. She threw her coat over the back of a chair, slumped down onto the sofa, and pulled off her 'sensible' shoes, and wiggled her toes inside her stockings, uttering a sigh of pleasure. "Mmm, that feels sooh good!" she murmured.
She stood up and eased down the zip of her heavy tweed skirt, and went to slip it off, before remembering that she'd left her panties somewhere in the storeroom, back at the library. "Damn, that was careless!" she muttered, with a frown. "Still, I can recover them in the morning. No one ever goes in there, except for Jennifer and myself!" She stretched out on the sofa, and started to relax.
She must have dozed off, because she came to, with a start. "Ah well, better take that shower," she mused, getting up and wandering into the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse with one hand and carrying her coat in the other. She slipped off her skirt and tossed all three garments onto the bed, before unclipping her bra and shrugging it off. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she rolled down her stockings, and pulled them off her feet.
She then spent a couple of minutes putting everything away in its proper place, before taking a clean towel from the airing closet and padding into the bathroom, where she switched on and adjusted the shower spray.
She gasped with pleasure, as she stepped under the warm, cascade, raising her face up to the downpour. When she was thoroughly soaked, she soaped up her loofah, and began to rub it over her face and arms, and belly, and breasts, before moving down to clean her shapely legs and ass, finishing up with her crotch area, which always seemed to receive a disproportionate amount of attention.
When she was finished, she slipped a couple of soapy fingers inside her twat, and began to frig herself off, as she recalled her recent session in the archive, with the delectable Jenny.
Her back arched, and her hips began to jerk, as she felt herself nearing her climax. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...." she gasped, her fingers moving faster and faster. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yessss!"
Her arousal was suddenly interrupted by the sound of her main entrance intercom buzzer, and her eyes flew wide open. "Now who the hell is that?" she muttered, in an annoyed tone.
The buzzer sounded again, longer and more insistently this time, as she stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a large, fluffy towel around her torso, and a smaller towel around her wet hair. "All right, all right, keep your hair on!" she snapped, irritably.
She hurried over to the intercom on the back of the apartment door. "Yes, who is it?" she asked, rather abruptly.
"It's me, Cyril, Cyril Smallpiece!"
Barbara instantly recognized the voice of the weasel-like burglar.
"Get lost, you little prick!" she snarled.
"Please let me in, Barbara... Batgirl?" he yelled. "Pleasssse... BATGIRL!"
"Shut your stupid mouth!" Barbara commanded, angrily, the hair standing up on the back of her neck, at the thought that a passing citizen might overhear him.
"Let me in, BATGIRL!" he called, even louder.
"Damn!" Barbara had no choice. She hit the button that unlocked the front entrance. "I'll kill the loud-mouthed little weasel!" she muttered, angrily, as she started to rub her wet hair dry, desperately hoping that no-one had overheard his ranting?
Two minutes later, the doorbell chimed, and Barbara checked through the eyehole lens embedded in the metal door. It was the puny cat burglar all right, with a confident leer on his rat-like features.
"Come on Batgir.... HEY?"
Barbara had swiftly unlocked and thrown open the door, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him inside, before he could give the game away.
He smirked. "I know I'm pretty desirable, sweet cheeks, but you don't have to make it quite so obvious that you've got the hots for me!" he said, with a chortle.
Batgirl bristled. "Now listen, you slimy little worm, you promised to keep your mouth shut about our little secret!" she snarled, angrily.
Cyril held his hands up, palms toward her. "And I will, and I will, Batgirl..." he responded, "just as long as you keep to your side of the bargain!"
"WHAT?" she snapped, frowning.
"Yeah! Just as long as you're nice to me, that is!"
